kota didn’t really seem like a rich good kid, he’d smoke pot, he’d drink, lip piercing, he’d party 24/7 on weekends and sometimes weekdays and kota would dress streetstyle. he wasn’t one to flex his money, he’d just have fun like a normal troubled teenage boy.

on the other hand, you were the opposite. organized, popular, likeable and kindhearted towards the people. kota despised people like you. even thinking about it would disgust him.

but here he was, driving you both to the beach at night to have a bonfire with the rest of the campus that was invited to the bonfire, all his windows open, blasting drake on full volume as his blunt was between his slender fingers.

kota’s gaze would move to you time to time, letting out a deep sigh. “this is like the only time your posh parents would let you out this fuckin’.. late. savour the fun.” he said, looking away as he continued to drive.